All this seemed to Arthur like
a dream from which he could not awake--there were his enemies, his
deadly enemies, before and around him. He knew that it was the practice
of the republican soldiers to massacre all whom they took bearing arms
against the Republic he had even heard that it was now their horrid
purpose to go further than this, and to slaughter the inhabitants of the
whole district which had revolted; at any rate his own doom would be
death; he was certain that he had not many days, probably many hours,
to live, unless Chapeau should arrive in time, and with sufficient
force, to rescue the whole party. Yet he felt no fear; he could not
sufficiently realize the position in which he found himself, to feel the
full effects of its danger. The republican sergeant sat immediately in
front of him, and each kept his eye fixed on the other's face; not that
either of them had any object in doing so, any particular motive for
watching the other's countenance, but soon after day-break the gaze of
each had become fixed, and it seemed as though neither of them were able
to turn away his eyes.
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